I am here right now partly because I love Valentine’s day, partly because I know if I don’t post these pics before March creeps up–I never will, but mostly because I just read my friend Melissa’s extremely true and very funny post and it got me out of bed and to my computer with an echoed “Amen”!
Now that I am much more of an Instagrammer than a Blogger (that feels like a dagger to my heart), and there are new people in my virtual life that have no idea why I have this bizarre passion, I feel the need for a little explanation. So, if you made it over here from Instagram-Welcome! There is a bit of the back-story and one of my most favorite V-day ghost memories here, and if you care about what we were up to in 2009, 2010, and 2011 you can have a good laugh at how much we’ve changed, like I just did. In 2012, Jay Paul was a few weeks old so a card to our friends was about as creative as I could be.
After two years of slacking, it was time to make a Valentine’s Day Ghost comeback! I decided I wanted to create a breakfast “picnic in bed” for a few of our friends and family (who were in town on the big day).
I was also in charge of Mary Aplin’s class Valentine’s day party. Here I was finishing up the cupcakes with two of my goblins.
And don’t you worry for a second that I forgot my true Valentine this year! He lost his wedding ring (Again!). It happens a lot in the OR–at least if you are my husband. You aren’t allowed to wear a ring when you’re scrubbed in, so he ties it in the tie on his britches. Then, if he changes clothes before coming home…down the laundry shoot goes the ring. His mother warned me about this dilemma before we got married. Prepared as I was, I haven’t bought a ring from a jewelry store since that first ring (almost) 10 years ago. We have bought rings at Walmart, from street vendors, and even fashioned them from random scraps lying around the farm.
I decided it was time for a real ring again…
And since it was a real ring, it came with a real proposal.
I paraded through his busy clinic with these balloons, then got down on one knee and asked him to marry me–again.
He said yes 🙂
And then we went away for the weekend to a friend’s farmhouse with four other couples who are dear to us. I will hold back from dumping all those shots on you, but this is my favorite from the weekend. Jeremiah and I came in from a morning run to find all these busy little bees happily preparing breakfast together. I love community.